She always thought he would protect and provide. But suddenly he left . . . so he could selfishly hide.

The family portrait was

Babies are born without their permission.

They had no part at the time of conception.

Into this world, such sweet babies

She sits alone by her window
Looking for someone that never appears
She sees nothing but a shadow
Of the man she wants to be

Another Christmas has come and gone,
The radio plays another jingle-song.
The children play with shiny toys,
And you're not

Elizabeth

A princess in her mother's eyes she was
Beautiful in every way because
She was blessed from her head to her tiny